It was evening, when daisy returned home. she was very happy because she and her childhood friend are getting married tomorrow. Her eyes kept getting caught on the gray clouds in the sky. There was a flower shop From where the scent of gardenia flowers was coming. She remembered that peter loves that flower. But why doesn't he like daisies? He was supposed to like daisies.
Daisy Mikhailov, A 19-year-old innocent girl whose whole world is only her parents , there is one more person, the one she loves very much is Peter Sokolov. They grew up together. In the cold silence of Norilsk, the two share a life unseen. Peter, by nature, was calm. He is never seen talking too loudly. Still, Daisy always hoped that one day he would open up and share what he truly felt.
Daisy thought about many things while looking at the gardenia flower. She thought she would take the gardenia flower for Peter. Snow began to fall in the Russian sky. She lifts her eyes in a still, unblinking gaze — lost in the sky. At times, she finds comfort just staring at the sky.
She picked a gardenia for Peter, quietly as if the flower could say what she never could.
As she was leaving with the flowers she saw Kira, her maroon shuba catching the light — elegant, and quietly stunning in the winter air.
The moment Kira saw her, Kira laughed softly
Kira: So, it's finally your wedding day. Don't you think you're making decisions too quickly?
Daisy: what are you talking about?
Kira: you know very well what I mean. Do you think Peter loves you? He never wanted you. You never wanted to understand.
Soft-hearted Daisy could never bring herself to believe — that Peter did not love her. Daisy left without saying anything.
Of course I'll come to your wedding," Kira called out from behind with a playful smile.
The sky darkened under a blanket of gray clouds,
but Daisy's heart felt heavier still. Why did Kira act this way toward her? She thought she would go to Peter's house first. The cold grew sharper with every step. Yet Daisy kept walking. It was as if the winter itself rose against her, trying to hold her back with its icy hands."
A party is being organized. All the guests have arrived. Borscht simmered, pelmeni were folded with care, beef stroganoff rich with aroma, and Olivier salad chilled and a variety of other dishes were being carefully prepared. The aroma of food drifted up to the floors above. Children played in bursts of laughter,
while the others sat around, lost in stories and conversation. On the second-floor balcony, Natalya Mikhailov stood quietly, her eyes searching the path waiting for her daughter to return.
Irina puts her hand on her mother's shoulder. she turned thinking it was Daisy. But seeing Irina instead, a quiet disappointment passed through her eyes.
Irina: Mama, why are you so worried? She'll be back soon
Natalia Mikhailov removes her daughter's hand from her shoulder.
Nataliya : She's not like you, She's innocent — too innocent. She doesn't understand how the world works. Deceit, tricks, unspoken games — none of it touches her.
That's why I worry about her all the time.
Irina's face darkened with quiet sorrow.
Her relationship with her mother had never been close — there was always a gentle distance between them, like two shores of the same river, never quite meeting. Irina walked away in silence.
Natalia Mikhailov remained standing on the balcony, motionless — watching, perhaps waiting, though for what, even she didn't know.
The snowfall had grown heavier.
Daisy walked on, each step quiet against the thickening white.
Her destination was clear — Peter's house.
As Daisy got closer to Peter's house, In the fading light, she noticed two small children playing near the gate. And in that simple scene, she saw echoes of the past — a young Peter and herself, laughing in a time long gone. A quiet smile rose in her heart before she even realized it.
She walked over to the children and said kindly,
"What are you two doing out here in the snow? You'll catch a cold. Run home now.
"We're playing! We don't want to go home"
Daisy said gently, "Your parents must be looking for you. You really should be heading home now."
Sestra , Then your family must be looking for you too. What are you doing out here?"
Hearing the children's words, Daisy suddenly thought of her mother.
Her mother must be worried about her too. She headed towards Peter's house.
As she walked away, she paused for a moment and cast a lingering glance back at the children, their small figures framed in the fading light.
Arriving at Peter's house, she knocked gently on the door, and almost immediately, Peter's mother opened it. Peter's mother said, "Peter isn't home."
She didn't call Daisy inside even once. Daisy handed the gardenia flowers in her hands.
"This is for Peter." Daisy comes out saying this. Peter's stepmother Maria Sokolov. After Peter's mother passed away, his father married this woman — the one now standing in her place, yet never quite filling it. Maria Sokolov had never given Peter a mother's love. In truth, she had never wanted him in this house at all. Ever since his mother died, Peter began to change—quietly, but clearly. Peter has kept to himself—always alone, lost in thoughts no one else could reach. He never once told Daisy that he loved her. Daisy had always loved him—quietly, patiently, with all her heart. Daisy walked on, a quiet sadness clinging to her steps. When she looked back, the children were gone—just the wind and empty silence where their laughter had been.
She thought, perhaps the children had gone home. She let out a long sigh, trying to ease the heaviness in her heart.
Daisy turned and began walking toward her home.
At home, Natalia paced anxiously, wondering why her daughter still hadn't returned.
Daisy was never this late. In this bad weather, Natalia kept thinking—where could her daughter have gone?
Just then, Daisy walked into the house. Natalia hurried over to her, relief and worry written all over her face.
She asked in a hoarse voice. "Where have you been all this time?"